Folded Thought of the Day:


Something's amiss in Happyville, some might say wrong.
For the birds still fly in Happyville, but they've lost their song.
What could it be, we've tried everything. 
To make Happyville a place where birds want to sing.

We cleaned up the streets, all those dirty tramps 
sent them off to live in dirty ol' camps.
And we passed laws -- laws for this, laws for that. 
We even passed a law about owning two cats.  

And no more drinking or smoking or swearing
Just good, clean fun -- and watch what you're wearing.
Yes, we have no use for these elements of vice. 
And the sheets are white in Happyville.  As white as rice.

Then we shut down the paper, too much scary news. 
And we only say good things, that's what we choose.
And the results of our elections are always the same. 
Our mayor is honest, Honest Abe's his nickname.

Then we shooed all the rats and the children away. 
And all we had to do was simply not pay. 
No more scurrying and laughing and wild, wild running 
A cancelled check's all it took, aren't we cunning?

And we sent our young men to fight in a war. 
In some foreign land, cause that's what they're for. 
And all the young lasses gathered around. 
For their hearts were not safe, their hearts were not sound.

And we put up a sign, said "No Visitors Allowed!" 
We stand tall in Happyville, we stand very proud.  
We don't need their big cities so far, far away.
Where the day turns to night and the night turns to day.

But a sadness took hold, had people moaning and groaning.
So the doctor said "take 2 and you'll be better in the morning"
But the light in some eyes began fading away. 
The light went from shining, the light went to gray.

And then a sickness went from door to door. 
Like a whisper, a fool it took us for. 
And those infected had to be removed.
For the sake of the rest, it was readily proved.

And we all lock our doors firmly at nights. 
We all own guns, it's one of our rights.
And we all love our family, our country, our kin.
That's why we won't let anybody else in.

See, we've done everything right, have we done something wrong?
To make the birds in Happyville lose their sweet song.
And where do you think this Editor's going.
You tell me... his cards they are showing.


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